When eighteen-year-old Aaron Warren is mysteriously saved from nearly drowning, he begins to believe that perhaps the legends of the sea people surrounding the harbor town of Belfast, Maine aren't as crazy as they first seem.

Chapters:

Author's
Note: I first got the idea to do a summer novel
like this by watching the new Pirates movie, where there is a
mermaid romance involved, but I thought it was way overdone. I
wanted to do one, spin it on its head, and make it real. As real
as it could be. And this is the result. It's only an idea for
now. I just wanted to get it written down. I'll probably write
the first chapter, and then we'll see where we go from there!
Also, I made a cover for it! Note, I don't own the image. Tell me
what you think! Thanks. :)

Photo credit: Drowning by Krynicki found on deviantart.com.

Fenya

A Young Adult Novel

Aaron
Warren

Prologue

Legends

There are legends.As many as one could tell of their strange
living. In our world. Gone seemingly unnoticed, except in your
books of magical lands, and pirate adventures. You can easily go
to your local library, find an overwhelming amount of text, and
submerge yourself within them, like a flipped coin dropped into
black depths of the sea. Lost in the waves of lore.

There are myths still, breathless
whispers from the old lore of the sea village of their existence.
Passed down by generation to generation of the sea-folk that live
around these parts that tell of their being. As old as the
ancient mysterious myths that circle the full moon. Their
mystical calling by the lustrous light. But still there are those
who don't believe. But these tales must come from small truths,
or there wouldn't be any at all to tell.

These stories are told by the old,
long-since retired seamen, and women too; sailors of a time
bygone, one in particular with a long scraggily white beard, and
a missing eye: the other gone haplessly blind, who shadows the
corner of the town's seaside pub: The Gull's Nest. His right hand
shakes unusually and is gnarled with scabbed-over scars and liver
splotches, much like the rest of his body; he walks with a cane:
you can hear him coming, before you see him, and he can feel when
a bad storm's coming in his bones. He's never
wrong.

Almost everyone ignores him though
on anything unrelated to weather, and for good reason. He's
crazy. Always babbling on about things now no one cares to listen
to, in this day and age, except for the children who on occasion
stop and listen, wide-eyed with wonder; but many of the mothers
won't let their children go anywhere around the old man, or once
they get a look of Old Man Hagins and instantly carry them
away.

I've seen this a great deal,
because I work in the nearby shipyard as a deckhand for the
Maryanne. I mainly do
the cleaning, and lower-end jobs that have to be done, but it's
work all the same.

But I've realized, Old
Man Hagins isn't quite as insane as he would lead one on to
believe. What he speaks of is true, even if garbled and
unintelligible to anyone else who's listening by chance. For I
have seen it with my own eyes. Felt it. They're real just as you
and I. Call me whatever you want but don't call me a liar.
Because if these stories, the unexplainable myths aren't real,
then I wouldn't be here. I'd more than likely be dead. Scratch
that. I would be
dead.

My name is Aaron Warren. This is
my story. Of my life here. Granted, it's not the most interesting
to begin with. Honestly, I could quite possibly be a contender
for having one of the most boring, tedious lives of an
eighteen-year-old boy living in the farthest northeastern state
you can get before hitting the dark, cold shroud of sea beyond.
But that quickly changed. Let me assure you it does get
interesting. And that moment began exactly when I almost
drowned.